10 P.M. Drinks

Her long manicured nails scrape the ceramic tile.

Her heart beats as the clocks ticks on.

9:35

Anticipation isn't her ideal emotion but her heart races on.

Scrolls through previous conversations that led to here,

the voice that confirmed her promise to meet.

She blushes.

The barkeep pours another shot; she devours.

The night is busy as the headlights of many stream past.

The aroma of cigars and various musk swirled around her.

Her own scent of berries and champagne stayed enclosed however.

She drinks to ease her nerves, but the more she drinks, the more aware she becomes.

9:56

The glass slips out of her hands and spills her only hope for serenity.

Her hands had become sweaty.

She wipes her liquor off the counter before it stains her new dress.

Tempted to throw in the towel as this was a sure sign of a bad omen.

A hand graced hers as she trailed from the hand to the arm connected to it.

Continued up the path to see his face.

He smiled as she turned away.

Gracing her chin, he tilted her head towards him.

Her eyes still focused on the counter where puddles of her drink remains.

Without much thought, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.

Surrendering to the his presence and essence, she fell victim.

He licked his lips once his disconnected from her.

The taste of the liquor that rested on her mouth made him shiver.

He ordered one shot and gave her his best look.

10:00 

He made her question no more of their standing.

He led her away and into the night, well into the morning.

They laid until the sun warmed their skins.

Wrapped in more than his arms, she snuggled closer.

Thinking about the moments that lied ahead.

This moment is what she had been dreaming of; hoping for a great begin.

10:00 a.m.

He stares at her as if anything is possible.

Stroking her cheek with one hand and lusting her with the other.

He's fallen captive as she fallen victim.

Just how the story always goes.